Emperor's New "Clothes"

"Morning Gee."

Pete walked in dressed for his trip with Micha.

"Morning Pete, did you sleep well?"

"I did indeed. You sister is very comfortable to cuddle with."

Pete sat down at the table.

"Where is she this morning?"

"Still getting dressed. She was looking for something particular to wear."

Frank stumbled in from his bedroom. He was in his maid's outfit, but he was looking a little worse for wear.

"I'm sorry sir. I overslept."

He said quietly, his voice sounding flat...deflated.

"I'll start breakfast now."

Gerard nodded.

"Sorry I took so long."

Micha came out in a body hugging dress. Pete whistled appreciatively.

"Looking good baby, I'm gonna have to beat them off with a stick at the club. Don’t you agree Frankie?"

Frank looked up from the fridge, his expression blank.

"I should think so."

He returned to collecting ingredients for a Spanish omelet. Gerard was surprised at Frank's reaction. He thought that Micha looked her usual sexy self.

"Well, I know what will make us have to beat them off with a stick. If they get a whiff at whatever Frankie is cooking. My mouth has not stopped watering in the last five minutes."

"Yes Frank it smells quite good."

Micha perched on Pete's lap as they waited for breakfast to be served. Frank finished and made up three plates. He placed them in front of Gerard, Micha and Pete, then got a pitcher of fresh orange juice from the fridge and poured them each a glass before putting the things he used to cook into the dishwasher then turned to face the table.

"I'll start on the bedrooms."

He walked out of the kitchen.

"I guess he is not hungry today."

Micha dug into her plate as well as Pete, but Gerard was bothered. What did happen last night to take the fire out of Frank?

"You're not eating Gee."

"I just need to use the bathroom first."

Gerard got up and headed into the bedroom. Frank had stripped the bed and was placing fresh sheets on as Gerard walked in. He looked up.

"I can do mine first if I'm in your way."

He said quietly.

"No, I just needed the bathroom."

Gerard watched as Frank picked up all the sex toys that Micha and Pete used yesterday along with a pair of her underwear and dropped them in the open box and the underwear in the hamper. He headed to the bathroom then. When he finished, Frank was nearly done in here.

"Gee we're leaving."

Gerard left the bedroom and kissed his sister and brother in law good bye. Then it was just him and Frank.

Frank took the hamper into the laundry room and started to methodically separate the darks, lights and delicates.

"Frank, how about joining me for breakfast."

Gerard took his omelet and cut it in half.

"I'm...not really hungry sir."

Gerard got up and walked back into the bedroom.

"Frankie."

Frank opened the window to let some air in, and the smell of sex out.

"Yes sir?"

"Please come eat with me."

Frank turned slowly. It was the first time Way had said please since he'd arrived at the cabin. He swallowed thickly.

"Yes sir."

Gerard allowed Frank to go first. He followed him to the kitchen where he had the omelets plated. Frank silently picked up the plate and a fork, then sat down on the floor.

"No no no, Frankie, up here with me."

Frank looked up, waiting for Way to laugh in his face. He knew now that this was all just some big joke to them...and so was he.

"Please Frankie, I want to talk to you."

Frank picked up his plate and stood on slightly shaky legs before sitting on the chair opposite the other man. He waited in silence, eyes cast down.

"Frankie..."

Gerard tried to find where to start.

"How did you sleep last night?"

"I..."

Frank frowned. He didn't remember going to bed.

"Not so good...Sir."

"Is the bed not comfortable? Do you need more pillows? Are you too warm? Is it the comforter?"

Frank frowned deeper.

"No sir. The bed's okay."

"Talk to me Frankie, please."

Frank looked away.

"I guess I wasn't feeling well."

Gerard sighed. Frank played with his food for a minute before pushing the plate away.

"I'm really not hungry sir."

"Alright Frank. You are excused."

"Thank you sir."

Frank left the table and went to continue with his chores. Gerard watched Frank leave. Now he really wanted to know what Micha did to him to bring him this far down. He decided he was going to give a break to Frank this weekend.

"Frankie, come here please?"

Frank put down the duster he was holding and returned to the kitchen.

"Yes sir?"

He said...eyes trained on the floor.

"I have decided to reward you for your good cleaning skills and amazing cooking."

"Sir?"

"You may have the weekend off to relax. All you have to do is cook our meals."

Frank didn't trust him one bit.

"Thank you sir. Should I finish the dusting?"

"No Frankie, stop. Go get dressed in your old clothing. Go have a swim, relax in the sauna; you are not beholden to me at all this weekend."

To prove it, Gerard got up, put the food away and then started doing the dishes. Frank watched him for a minute, then went out to the terrace and sat down. Gerard finished the dishes and then went to get changed into his suit. He walked out on the terrace.

"Hey Frankie, wanna go for a swim?"

"I don't have a suit sir. I didn't bring one."

"You can borrow one of mine. I should have a small one that fits you."

Gerard dove into the water. He came back up and wiped the water away from his face slicking his hair back.

"If that's what you want sir."

Frank said numbly.

"I would very much like you to join me, but it's your call. You don't have to."

Gerard had a sincere look and voice to go with it. Frank knew it must be a test of some kind. Micha had told him that he was in trouble for breaking the rules, so he presumed this was part of his punishment somehow...or a way to trick him into breaking the rules again.

"I...think I'll just stay here..."

He muttered, looking down into the crystal clear water, sparkling in the sunshine.

"...sir."

Gerard look dejected.

"Okay Frank. It's your choice."

Frank watched the older man swim laps for a few minutes before standing up and clearing his throat.

"It's very hot out here sir, can I fetch you a drink?"

"Frank."

He still didn't get it.

"Come here."

Gerard swam to the edge of the pool near the younger man. Frank stepped closer, looking down at Way. He realized this was probably wrong and moved down onto his knees. Gerard reached up with a wet hand and touched his cheek.

"Frank...I don't want you to serve me at all the rest of the weekend. In fact, why don't we cook dinner together?"

Frank furrowed his brow.

"You're serious? This isn't a trick?"

"No Frankie, no tricks. I promise."

Frank looked down.

"You're not making fun? I mean I know this is just a big joke to you guys but..."

Frank trailed off, willing himself not to crack and cry in front of the other man.

"No I am not and this is not a big joke. I want to help you Frankie. I want to help you be a better person by learning how to humble yourself. "

"Yeah right..."

Frank mumbled.

"I know you're laughing at me...I know what you think of me. I heard it with my own ears."

"What did you hear Frankie. What have I said?"

"Not you..."

Frank mumbled, head dropping.

"Your sister."

"Ah, well I am not my sister."

"She...she said that no one misses me..."

He looked up at Way without lifting his head.

"Is that true?"

Gerard looked up at the once proud man in front of him and debated on what to say.

"No one misses...the way you treated them. I am sure if you returned and treated them better, it would not be the same reaction."

Frank sighed, looking down again.

"Am I really that much of a monster?"

He frowned slightly.

"Is that why my dad left? Did he see it when I was just 14?"

Gerard wanted to embrace the fragile creature in front of him, but he thought it might not be welcome.

"Come in Frankie. Relax with me a bit. We can talk about it and anything else you want to okay?"

Frank met Gerard's eyes with his own sad ones. He hesitated, then sighed and nodded.

"Okay. You said I could borrow some swim shorts...is it still ok?"

"Silly Frankie, I don’t wear shorts remember?"

Gerard hopped out of the pool and showed off his swim briefs that Frank had obviously missed when Gerard had dove in. He grabbed his towel and dried off a bit and then headed inside to get them something to drink.

Frank rolled his eyes, avoiding looking at the other man's butt. He stood up and went into the house. He passed Gerard in the kitchen and went to the Ways' bedroom. He quickly found a small pair of blue briefs and reluctantly changed into them...they were not something he would usually wear, but right now it seemed that he didn't have a choice. Frank noticed in the large mirror on the bedroom wall that the briefs showed off his extensive tattoos rather well...maybe they weren't so bad after all. After grabbing a towel, he headed back outside to see Way already back in the water, sat in the seating area in the corner with a drink in his hand. There was another glass, and a pitcher, sat under a table at the side of the pool, in the shade. Frank put down his towel and stepped to the edge.

"Are these okay?”

He asked, indicating the briefs unsurely.

"Hey those fit better than I thought they would!"

Gerard smiled pleased.

"Have a drink Frankie."

Gerard indicated the other glass on the little cutting board, which had a few lime slices.

Frank smiled as he sat down on the edge of the pool, his feet in the cool water. He picked up the second glass and raised an eyebrow.

"What is it? What flavor is blue?"

Gerard laughed.

I made mojitos, but I used blue curacao instead of just the rum. I think it makes it more festive for summer, don't you agree Frankie?"

Frank chuckled, sipping the drink.

"Yeah, I guess it does. If tastes good too."

"Mmmm, that is does."

Gerard picked up his shades from the table and slipped them on. He lay back and sighed. Frank sipped his drink quietly, he still wasn't sure if he trusted this apparent truce between them. After a few minutes and a few more sips, Gerard sat up taking off his glasses. He slid back into the water with a quiet splash and then came back up again.

Frank remained silent.

"Come on in Frankie."

Frank took a last sip of his drink then put the glass down and slipped into the water. Gerard smiled and offered his hand.

"Come on Frankie, let's have a race."

"A race?... Seriously?"

"Sure, why not. If you win, I will give you one thing that you desire. It can be anything."

"Anything?"

"Anything, but the same goes for me too."

Frank frowned...this sounded too much like the bet that got him here, but Frank was always a good swimmer...he'd swam for his school for God's sake.

"Okay then."

Frank got in position.

"On three?"

"Ready, one...two...three!"

"GO!"

Frank took off quickly across the pool. Gerard took off after Frank.

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"Damn, I almost had you Iero!"

Gerard was laughing as he dried himself off. Frank grinned.

"Almost."

He roughly towel dried his hair.

"So...I can have anything?"

"That's what I promised."

"Then...I want...to watch movies all day."

Frank grinned wide.

"It's been so long since I did that...just had a lazy day watching crappy horror movies and eating junk food."

He had thought about asking to go out, but he was pretty sure he wouldn't get that.

"I think we can do that...although I am pleasantly surprised you did not want to go anywhere."

Gerard gathered his towel and headed inside to find his movie collection. Frank sighed to himself.

"Like you would've let me anyway."

He muttered under his breath as he collected their glasses and his towel, then followed Gerard inside. Gerard was bent over looking through his and Micha's collection.

"Micha likes the newer ones with the blood and gore, but I prefer the classics like Black Christmas and I Spit on Your Grave."

"Yeah. I like the classics too."

Frank replied as he headed toward the Ways' bedroom to change back into his uniform. Gerard went into the kitchen and made some popcorn on the stove. He then refreshed their drinks and brought them into the living room. He didn't feel like changing. Frank returned to the living room after putting his swim briefs into his hamper and putting on his maid's dress, knee socks, Mary-Janes and cat ears.

"What are we watching first?"

"You're choice Frankie."

Gerard tossed some popcorn in his mouth.

"Have you got Frankenstein?"

"Black and white huh?"

Gerard digs through his collection and finds the old VHS tape.

"This is one of the movies that Micha likes to rag on me about. She says it's not horror."

"She doesn’t know shit."

Frank's eyes widened a second after the words left his mouth.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry s-sir."

He looked down at the floor.

"Huh? What are you..."

Suddenly the sound of two men moaning filled the room. Gerard looked up sharply and saw one of his favorite porns. He grabbed his phone and called his sister.

"You little shit!"

Gerard started yelling at his sister on the phone. Although it is not on speaker, her laughter can be heard echoing through the speaker. Frank's cheeks went about the colour of a strawberry. He looked away quickly. Gerard continued to argue with Micha as the video continued to play. He was clutching the remote in his hand and kept accidentally pressing the volume up and down and strangely it was matching the scene.

"And another fucking thing Michella Jane...damn right I used your full name!"

Frank stood up after a few minutes of this.

"I'm just gonna...yea."

He mumbled before walking through to his room and shutting the door.

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*knock knock*

"Frankie, can I come in?"

Frank was laying on his bed staring at the ceiling, still wearing his uniform.

"It's your house."

He said, noncommittally. Gerard sighed and opened the door. He was in a towel and his hair was wet.

"I'm sorry. My sister can be a dick when she wants to be."

Frank huffed slightly, but didn't answer. He couldn't say that he'd already noticed.

"Hey, how about we go out to the movies instead? A couple towns away they have this great theater that shows old monster movies. At least no one can replace them with porn right?"

"Really?"

Frank perked up, his eyes widening and a grin spreading on his face as he sat up.

"Yeah, come on take a quick shower and then get dressed."

Gerard went back into the bedroom. Frank got up quickly and grabbed his towel before rushing through to the Ways' bathroom. Suddenly a horrible thought struck him and he turned slowly to face the other man.

"I can wear my own clothes...right?"

Gerard was in the middle of pulling his jeans over his ass.

"Yes Frankie, you can wear your own clothes."

He laughed as he did a few jumps to get the tight jeans on. Frank breathed a sigh of relief, having had visions of sitting in the theatre in his damn maid's uniform.

"Okay. I'll just shower real quick then."

He turned and went into the bathroom, stripping off and stepping under the hot water. Five minutes later, he was back in his room and pulling on his jeans, a Hollywood Vampires shirt and his black Converse. Then he headed into the living room to find Gerard.

"All set."

He grinned.

"Sweet! Let's go!"

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"Fuck that was so good!"

A drunk Gerard and a very drunk Frank made their way into the house. They tripped over each other's feet as they tried to hold each other up. Frank giggled, gripping Gerard's arm for support.

"Y'know...I'm not as think as you drunk I am."

He then caught his foot on the little table by the sofa and went sprawling, pulling Gerard down with him. They both burst into loud laughter. Gerard managed to catch himself and now he is perched over Frank holding himself up with his arms.

"You're cute when you're drunk."

"I'm cute all the time."

Frank slurred, hiccupping at the end.

"You're really cute in your maid outfit too, but I bet I can find something that would make you look really hot."

"I'm not wearing a thong."

Frank giggled. Gerard sat up so that he was straddling Frank's lap.

"I will have you know *hiccup* that I have more class than that Ie*hiccup*ro."

Frank cocked an eyebrow.

"Really, so what do you want to dress me up as now?"

"I think you'd be a better butler than a maid."

Gerard bounced up and down and clapped his hands.

"I can't wait to see you in it!"

*oof* "Stop b-bouncing on my cock."

Frank stuttered out, though he wasn't really sure why, cause it actually felt really good. Gerard stopped for a second and then did a lopsided smirk. He ground his hips down.

"Why should I Frankie? Are you starting to like it?"

Frank closed his eyes.

"Too much."

Despite the amount of alcohol running through his veins, Gerard knew how far to take things. He also knew that Frank had drunk a lot more than he did.

"Oh, this is too much? So what would this be?"

Gerard reached down and palmed Frank's cock through his jeans.

"Christ!..."

Frank swallowed heavily.

"If you were a girl..."

"If I was a girl what Frankie?"

He ran his hand up and down faster adding pressure.

"Oh holy shit!"

Frank bucked up against Gerard's palm. Gerard's fingers danced along the zipper teasing the metal.

"Would you want me to do this..."

He grasped the small metal handle and pulled it down.

"...if I was a girl?"

Frank was drunk enough that his little brain had taken over.

"Oh God yes...please."

His hands had moved onto Gerard's hips without him even noticing. Gerard chuckled and then gasped. Frank wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Why Frankie...did you think you were going to get lucky on your movie date tonight?"

Gerard took Frank's sizeable cock in his hand and started to stroke it.

"Fuck no, I just d-don't like wearing boxers w-with jeans...of fuck!...that feels so g-good."

"I can make it feel even better."

Gerard leaned over just a bit and let a small amount of saliva drop over his lip onto the head of Frank's cock. He then used it to add to the slickness.

"Holy...damn that's...ahhh."

Gerard started to pull his body back as he continued to stroke him.

"Would you like me to?"

"Uh...fuck yes!"

Frank breathed out quickly, his eyes still closed tight. That was enough for Gerard. He moved his mouth over Frank's cock and started to suck on the head. Frank's eyes shot open and his hand went straight into Gerard's hair.

"Oh God."

He bucked up uncontrollably.

"You're good at that."

Gerard licked around the rim and nibbled at it.

"Wanna see what else I can do?"

"Yes! Yes yes yes."

Gerard removed his hand and went down on Frank's cock to the base.

"Guhfdgbjkigf..."

Gerard bobbed his head up and down letting his spit soak the wiry hairs below him. Frank's cock had a good weight to it and his natural scent was heavenly. Gerard buried his face in his skin for a moment just to inhale through his nose as he let Frank's cock tickle the back of his throat. Frank moaned lowly, his fingers digging into Gerard's skull. If the older man still had the long black hair he'd had when they'd first met, Frank would've been pulling on it now...But he kinda liked the short white hair...it looked good on Way.

"You close Frankie?"

Gerard pulled off and began to lick and suck on the prominent vein under the shaft.

"Oh-h-h shit yes!"

Frank bucked up, his insides coiling tight like a spring.

Gerard sucked on the head and started to fist him again.

Frank squeezed his eyes shut.

"P-please don't s-stop?"

He whimpered, worried that Gerard would do the same as his sister.

"Why would I Frankie, I want to see what your face looks like when you cum down my throat."

"Oh-h fuck!"

Frank stuttered.

"C-Cause she st-stopped."

"What?"

Gerard pulled off at the wrong time though as Frank started to cum and it striped Gerard's already pale skin with white cream.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

"Awww Frankie, you made me miss."

Frank panted as he came down. His heart was still thumping heavily, and he trembled slightly as the adrenaline started to wear off.

"Miss?"

He slurred, tired and slightly confused. Gerard crawled up, his own erection straining in his jeans. He unbuttoned them and let his cock free. He slid Frank's jeans down and nestled it in between Frank's thighs.

"Yeah, I wanted to swallow, but now I only get to taste you."

He licked his lips as he looked down at Frank.

"You...you let me..."

Frank stumbled on his words as his head spun slightly.

Gerard increased his pace as he got closer to his own orgasm.

"I may not be a girl Frankie, but I can suck cock better than anyone you ever had...even better than my sister can."

He groaned as the warmth pooled.

"Oh fuck, close, so close."

Being extremely drunk, Frank's brain to mouth filter was turned off.

"Does she suck yours?"

"Of course not Frankie, we're related silly. I've, oh fuck, watched her with Pete though a-a-and jerked offfffff, oh God!"

Gerard's orgasm hit him like a freight train as he bucked his hips several times releasing himself onto Frank's body.

"Ugh...that was amazzzz."

Gerard was starting to fall asleep from the alcohol, his orgasm release, and the warmth of the body he was on top of. Frank was sticky and warm, but right then, he couldn't give a shit. A few minutes later, he was asleep.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks...how's you?...

So here's a little frerard for all you lovelies...hope you like?

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